all week i'd been looking forward to going out on a "first date" with a boy. so by the time Friday came around I was kinda pumped, made sure I was dressed nice, got my hair shiny, face tan, the right perfume to accent my deodorant and underwear that wouldn't give me wedgies were on. starting the night off right? check.
so he came to pick me up, i say he was late, he says he was giving me extra time- jury's still out on that one. but either way, im just glad he showed. i have it in my head that when a nice person wants to spend time with me that it's gonna end up like that drew barrymore movie when her prom date (the popular hot guy) goes to pick her up and throws eggs at her while his real date watches and laughs. i dont look good in egg so i'm thankful it didnt go that way.
so we went to a nice sushi place where i quickly learned- i really dont know how to use chop sticks, luckily i can use the line "i'm from the county" and using my fingers is acceptable. he however, was a friggin chop stick ninja and was whipping shit up like no problem. ahh, he's so skilled. after i finished the sake (this girl clearly has a drinkin problem) and whatever i could get my fingers on (quite literally) we went off to watch some comics. out of the three that performed, only one really stood out but it was nice to laugh- i think that's the best thing you can do with someone.. is laugh. if you can't laugh at the same things your days together are going to suck. one of the acts called us out though. Pointed and said "hey you look like fun" and proceeded to ask us questions about whether or not we were married, dating, met online; etc.. the usual questions you ask strangers. i figured that would happen though because it' smy life and what would a night out be without a little embarrassment. The show went on and the vodka ginger ales were rolling like a friggin delicious avalanche into my belly. I should have been paying more attention but I was having fun so I wasn't.... my mistake.
After the show we went to grab more drinks at a local bar and sit out on the patio. the weather was just right so it was nice to be getting fresh air, and more vodka. it's at this point a group of people walk by he's familiar with and one invited us to a club with them.. my first reaction was "ew, eff that place" and continued to point of, very matter of factly, why I thought that was a bad idea.. thinking he's agreeing with me i say "you know what i'm saying?" and his reply was "that's my club" in my Svedka state i thought he meant it like "that's my jam" or "that's my favorite sandwhich" so I kept going... then he clarified "no, i own it". you really can't come back from that so i just told him i liked their website and immediately excused myself from the conversation.
i dont know why i was still invited to attend but I was happy to be part of the bottle service.. with vodka. I should have just stuck to drinking the cranberry juice but it takes better with a little kick. Once that part is over- I decided it was a good time to go visit my girlfriends and my date, being the sweet person he is, obliged.
today was not so sweet. nor was this afternoon. but after i took my BAP (bath nap) and drank a copious amount of ginger ale, i felt awful. yeap, bet you thought this story would have a happy ending... wrong.
after all that debauchery, my unfiltered, sometimes off putting mouth and rough exterior he still held my hair back and my hand.
awwww.
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